In the shadow of a crimson dawn,
March the souls with weary eyes,
Where echoes of forgotten songs
Mingle with the distant cries.

Steel against steel, the clash resounds,
Amidst the dust, the banners sway,
A dance of fate on bloodied grounds,
As darkness turns the skies to gray.

Whispers of peace, a fleeting dream,
Amidst the roar of cannon’s fire,
The world stands still in silent scream,
As hope flickers, frail and dire.

Yet in the heart, a seed remains,
Of love and life beyond the war,
A promise that through loss and pains,
The dawn shall come and heal once more.